It sounded so funny after my friend told me that when we had our private conversation once about a crappy heartache, her father was on the other line listening to it. He gave an unsolicited advice that got me really laughing. But it was the kind of laughter that hurts your jaw!Shame is written all over me.I don't know how to meet his father's gaze when I visit their house again.
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